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marie-swriting · 1 year

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A Respectable Man - Steve Rogers

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Summary : You're currently walking home while you try to get rid of a man who has been pestering you for a few minutes, fortunately near you, there's another man who hates bullies.

Warnings : pre-serum Steve Rogers, set in the 40's, street harassement, fighting, police officer not listening to reader, fluffy end, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings !

Word count : 3.1k

French version

You’re currently walking home whilst you try not to show your annoyance to the man next to you. He hasn’t been leaving your side for the last ten minutes although you’re not showing any ounce of interest in what he’s saying. At first, you had replied to his “hello” out of courtesy, but you hadn’t planned on having a conversation with him, or anyone else for that matter. You just want to go home in peace. However, according to him, your mutism indicates you’re interested in his stories. Since he arrived, you try not to show you’re being uneasy, however if one paid attention to you, they could tell you’re wishing you were far away from him.

You don’t dare voicing he’s bothering you, worried about his potential reaction. Nonetheless, you change your mind once he sets his arm around your shoulders. At that point, your patience reaches its breaking point. You try to break the embrace, only causing him to tighten his grip on you.

“Pardon me, but could you let me go, please ? We don’t know each other.”

“We can rectify that, doll face.”, he affirms with a crooked grin, “Let’s get to know each other better, let’s go dancing tonight !”

“No thanks.” you refuse outright, hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“Why ?”

When you hear his protest, you prevent yourself from sighing in frustration. Why do you always have to justify your ‘no’ ? Can’t he see he’s bugging you ?

“I can’t.”

“Oh, playing hard to get, I see. Like it.”, he mutters with a cocky look on his face, “Come on, doll face, you aren’t gonna regret it. Take a chance on me, you’ll see, I’m the man of your dreams.”

This time, you lightly roll your eyes, visible enough to show your irritation, yet not enough for him to notice, apparently. Furthermore, his pet name, ‘doll face’, is slowly getting on your nerves. He doesn’t know you, yet he acts as if he could do everything he wants with you. Understanding he’s not about to give up, you think of a lie and pray it’ll work.

“Unfortunately for you, I already found the man of my dreams. I’m engaged.”

“Weird, I don’t see any rings on your finger.” the man retorts, pointing at your left hand.

“It’s,” you start while thinking, “it’s because the ring my fiancé offered me is not the right size. It’s a family heirloom and we need to bring it to the jeweller to alter it. Also, I’m currently on my way to meet my fiancé to do it. If you’ll excuse me.” you finish before trying to leave but he comes in front of you.

“Let me walk you, doll face. Like that, I’ll be able to check if he exists, ‘your fiancé’.”

“I’m telling the truth.” you snap.

“No need to get all angry, smile a little ! Come on, a dame like you needs a man, you can say it, you need to be protected.”

“I don’t need protection, thank you. Leave me alone, now.” you state and attempt to get away again when he grabs your arm.

“You, women, are all…”

“Hey ! She told you to leave her alone.”

After hearing a voice behind you, you and the man look above your shoulder and see Steve’s frail body, making you happy in an instant. You might not know Steve, but if he can help you get rid of the man in front of you, you’ll happily accept his help.

“Who the hell are you ? Don’t tell me that is your fiancé.” the man asks, showing Steve and offending you at the same time.

“Actually, he is. Is that a problem with you ?”

“Doll face,” he scoffs, “your fiance is 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. With one blow of wind, he’ll fly away as he doesn’t have any muscle in him. He’ll never be good enough for you, he's not a real man.”

“Physical strength doesn’t matter to me.”, you retort, completely angry, “I’m with my fiancé, who is real as you can see, so leave me alone now.”

“She told you several times to leave her be, so you should go.” Steve insists, standing next to you.

“Listen, shorty, this is a conversation between me and her. She’s attracted to me, she doesn’t want to admit it ‘cause she pities you.”

“Yet, I feel like she’s been trying to get rid of you for the past five minutes, if not more.”

“Women are all the same, they always pretend they don’t want you when they do.”, the man justifies as if it was obvious, “I mean, how could you know ? By just looking at you, I can tell women don't pay attention to you.”

“I forbid you from telling him this kind of thing !” you yell.

“I’m just stating a fact, doll face.”

“Stop calling her that, she’s not an object. You should leave.”

As he’s talking, Steve stands in front of the man, becoming some kind of your personal shield. Despite the height difference, Steve doesn’t show an ounce of hesitation in his body language. The man rolls his eyes before setting them back on Steve with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m getting sick of you, shorty.”

Without having the time to react, the man hits Steve in the face. You scream when you see his body falling on the ground. With difficulty, Steve gets back on his feet and gets in position, ready to attack the man. He tries to punch him however the man grabs his collar and throws him on a shop wall nearby. Some people passing by stop in their tracks, watching the scene without doing anything. Panicked, you look around, searching for help when you see a police officer walking down the street oblivious to what’s happening a few feet away from him. You run to him and call him. The officer turns around and frowns as he hears the fear in your voice. You explain to him briefly there’s a fight and point to where it is. He doesn’t answer you and runs to Steve and the bully. He separates them by holding the man back whilst you crouch down in front of Steve. You put your hands on his wounded face. You look at the several cuts and nascent bruises. Steve tries to smile to reassure you but your eyes are still full of worry. You help Steve to stand up and apologise to him profusely at the same time.

“What is going on here ? Explain yourselves right now, sirs !” the policeman demands.

“It’s not his fault.”, you answer, pointing at Steve, “He came to help me because this man”, you add, showing the one he’s holding, “wouldn’t leave me alone, despite my complaints. He’s the one who hit first.”

“So, what has happened ?”

You’re astounded when you hear the police officer repeating the question, you just explained to him the situation.

“Like she said,” Steve starts, “she needed help so I intervened.”

“There he goes with his fancy words, “she needed help”. She was flirting back ! He just ruined everything.”

“I don’t think her saying ‘no’ several times meant she was flirting back.”

“Enough !” the policeman interrupts, “Young man, you’re coming to the police station with me.”, he says, tightening his grip on the man, “As for you two, you are free to go. Show’s over.”

The improvised audience goes about their business again whilst watching the officer dragging the man behind him, this latter keeps unleashing his irritation toward you and Steve. You try to not pay attention to it, especially when you hear the various insults thrown both at you and Steve. You need a minute to regain your composure, still in shock the situation worsen this fast. Once you’re breathing normally again, you set your eyes on Steve and see him trying to wipe away some blood dripping off his nose. You take your handkerchief from your purse and give it to him. He accepts it and cleans it as best as he can.

“Is everything okay ?” Steve asks you and you look at him with your eyes wide open.

“I should be the one asking you that ! Your face is all wounded.”

“Don’t worry about me.”, he dismisses, “Do you feel like going home on your own or you wish I walk with you ?”

“I’ll be okay, thank you.”

“Very well, so I shouldn’t be bothering you much longer. Enjoy the rest of your day, miss.” he bids you goodbye before starting walking away.

“Wait ! You don’t think of walking home alone, do you ?”, you hold him back, going next to him, “God only knows how much this man hurt you, I wouldn’t want you to lose consciousness on your way. I’m walking with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I insist. After all, it’s my fault you got hurt. It’s the least I can do to thank you…”, you justify, leaving your sentence up in the air so he can tell you his name.

“Steve Rogers.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, despites the circumstances.”

At first, you start walking in silence. You don’t know how to start the conversation, embarrassed you’re the cause of Steve's wounds. As for him, he doesn’t know what to say, having little, to not say none, experience with women. He tries to put himself in Bucky’s shoes, hoping to find the right words while respecting your boundaries, wanting to avoid doing like the other man. Finally, you’re the one who breaks the silence a few minutes later.

“I apologise for the whole story of you being my fiancé and all. I just needed something to back up my lie.”

“It’s okay.”

“I hope you don’t give too much to what he told you, by the way.”

“You mean when he said I don’t have any muscle ? He was telling the truth.”

“When he said you weren’t a real man.”, you specify, “It’s this kind of man who isn’t a real one. They always act tough, act as if they knew better than us about what we want when they’re not even able to understand the meaning of ‘no’. Contrary to him, you understand it, it should be the bare minimum to do, but I don’t know a lot of men who pay attention to what we say. Besides, you came to help while others would have looked away.”

“I’m sure, if it wouldn’t have been me, someone else would have come.” Steve contradicts you.

“I doubt it. This kind of situation has happened to me several times already and every time, I have to handle it alone. And as you could see, some police officers don’t take us seriously before another man backs up our story. So, sincerely, thank you for coming, although I’m sure you’re regretting it now.”

“I would have come either way. I hate bullies. I couldn’t stay put without doing anything.” he affirms genuinely.

“We’d need more men like you, Steve.”

Once you finish your sentence, you’re finally at his. You stay at his apartment block entrance, an awkward silence taking place again. Steve ignores if you want to come into his home with him or if you want to leave right away. As for you, you don’t know if you can leave him here or if you can accompany him to his door without having him think you’re a mother-hen. Observing Steve with attention, you realise you find him pretty cute. You wish you could get to know each other better. You’re about to say something when an unknown voice beats you to it.

“Hey, punk !”

Instantanely, you get tense, fearing the appearance of another man looking for trouble. Noticing the change in your posture, Steve reassures you.

“Don’t worry, it’s only my best friend.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What is it, jerk ?”

Bucky is about to retort something when he sees Steve’s face. He sighs in frustration and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you caused a fight.”

“It’s my fault, actually.”, you intervene, “A man didn’t want to leave me alone and Steve stepped in.”

As soon as he sees you, Bucky can’t help but do his best charming smile.

“For once, it was for a good reason, then. Bucky Barnes, miss.” he introduces himself and kisses the back of your hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you. What do you mean by ‘for once’ ?” you question him, confused.

“Steve, over there, has the bad habit of always looking for fights.”

“You shouldn’t do it, Steve. You’re better than that.”

“Thank you !” Bucky exclaims with an insistent look in Steve’s way. “I hope he’ll finally listen to reason.”

“Do you need help to clean your wounds ?” you ask Steve with a worried look.

“No, thank you, I can do it. You should go home, you made a detour to bring me back home.”

“Very well, then. Again, thank you, Steve. If there’s anything I can do to pay you back, don’t hesitate.”, you announce with a smile, “Have a nice evening, take care.”

You nod in Bucky’s direction as a goodbye and leave the two men. Steve looks at you walking away whilst Bucky analyses his best friend’s face. A knowing smile takes place on his visage as he realises you caught his eyes. Once Steve can’t see you anymore, he turns his attention back to Bucky. He frowns when he sees his friend’s facial expression.

“What ?”

“You’re totally smitten by her.”

“Not at all.”, Steve contradicts, “I helped her like I would have done with everyone else.”

“That, I can believe, you’ll cause a fight just because someone would be breathing too loudly, but I had never seen you looking at a woman like that before.”

“She’s pretty, I can’t deny it, but that’s it. Besides, I could look at her like that, like you said, the fact is she probably wouldn’t do the same.” he affirms, the man’s words echoing in his mind, in spite of himself.

“You clearly didn’t pay attention to her eyes. I’m sure if I hadn’t come, you would have even gotten a kiss on your cheek before she goes. She almost didn’t pay attention to me.”

“Yeah, sure.”, Steve laughs, not believing it, “Anyway, let’s go home. I need to take care of this.” he finishes pointing at his face.

A week later, you’re in front of Steve’s door. You’re holding an apple pie you made earlier. You make sure your tart and outfit are perfect before knocking. You tighten your grip on your pie, worried about Steve’s reaction. When he appears in front of you, he’s surprised at first to see you, then he smiles fondly. As for you, you can’t help but look at the evolution of his wounds. His black eye is almost healed and his other cuts are more or less visible. You clear your throat before speaking.

“Hello, Steve,” you start, embarrassed, “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to come and thank you properly, for last time, so I made you this.”, you inform, holding the tart to him, “I’m not an unparalleled baker but my pies are usually pretty good.”

“You didn’t have to do it, your ‘thank you’ was enough.”

“Maybe, but I wanted to. I hope you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure of it.” he assures you.

“I have to go. I hope I’ll see you around to have your opinion.” you smile.

“I hope, too.”

Without thinking, you take a step forward and press your lips against his left cheek. Taken aback, he doesn’t react. You smile at him one last time before leaving, waving at him whilst Steve stays on the doorstep. He doesn’t move for a minute until Bucky appears behind him with a taunting smile on his face.

“You had it, your perfect opportunity to ask her out on a date.”, he specifies, making a reference to an old conversation, “Well, while I wait for you to come back on Earth, I’m gonna take this,” Bucky adds, taking the pie from Steve’s hands, “and taste it.”

Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t react, still thinking of your lips on his cheek. Bucky has the time to go back to the kitchen and take a knife before Steve snaps out of it and forbids his friend to touch his pie.

You went to give your pie to Steve two weeks ago. Since then, you haven’t seen him again. You don’t delude yourself. You met Steve by accident for the first time and he doesn’t know your address so your only option to see him again would be to go back to his place although you don’t want to appear as the clingy girl. Therefore, you're pretty sure you’ll never get to know him properly.

You’re walking to the bookshop near your place when you hear someone trying to catch your attention. Guessing it must be some random man, you only roll your eyes and keep walking. However, when Steve is in front of you, panting, you stop in your tracks. Steve starts breathing normally slowly whereas you look at him, worried, and notice there are only one or two wounds on his face you can see at first sight. When you’re sure he’s okay, after he stands up straight again, your eyes are full of joy.

“Steve, I hadn’t noticed you over there !”

“It’s okay. I should have known you wouldn’t turn around when you’d hear my voice. I just wanted to tell you, your pie was delicious.”, he confesses and you smile. “I even had to hide it from my best friend to make sure I’ll eat it entirely.”

“If he wants to, I can bake him one. Glad to know you liked it.”

Looking at Steve more closely, you see he has something else in mind, but he doesn’t dare to tell you.

“Is this everything you wanted to tell me ?” you interrogate with a soft voice.

“No, actually.”, he answers before not saying anything for a second, “Listen, I know we don’t really know each other, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go to the movies with me someday. Obviously, you can decline ! You don’t have to say ‘yes’.”

“I’d be happy to.”, you state, making him smile, “There’s a screening tomorrow, in the evening, would you want to go to that one ?”

“Perfect.”

Quickly, you open your bag and take a pencil and a piece of paper. As soon as you finish writing, you give it to Steve.

“This is my address.”, you explain as he takes the paper, “You can come pick me up at six P.M. ? This way, we could go to a café before going to the movies.” you propose, hopeful.

“I’ll be there.”

You want to kiss his cheek again, yet you don’t do anything, the presence of the people walking by holding you back. You only smile at him warmly before walking away, your stomach filled with joy because, on top of seeing him again, you got a date with a respectable man.

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a-strange-echo · 7 months

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Flufftober day4: "Cinderella moment"

Pairing: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x gn! Reader

Summary: When working on fixing a boat on a hot day, Steve can't help but compare himself to Bucky again. Luckily, Y/N is there to remind him what really matters.

Word count: 555

Warnings: self-estime issues, self-worth, other than that, none, pure fluff

Author's note: finally up to date! WOO!

Author's feelings: wasn't too sure about it at first (at think you can tell by reading it) but I'm really glad with the end and the way it turned out!

Y/N, Steve and Bucky had been friends since childhood, there wasn’t a moment when one wasn’t with the other. Even when they would fight (which was rare) it wouldn’t last long. They were best friends and will always be, no matter what happens. Bucky knew of Steve’s feelings for Y/N and would often tease him about it, although never in front of them. Bucky felt something changed in the group dynamic when they were around 19 but he was fine with it, he could manage Steve constantly gushing over Y/N when in private. He would much rather deal with a head over heels Steve that with a crying, heartbroken Steve.

“-Are you sure you guys don’t want to take a break?” Y/N asked from their sitting spot on the dock.

“-Yes, we will be over soon.” Bucky yelled from the other side of the boat.

Both he and Steve got hired by a nice old man from the dock who asked for help to fix his boat. The boys and Y/N agreed, but it was very hot today and Y/N opted to take a break and drink a nice chill glass of water while the men continued to work but with now their shirt off. Sometimes, a few young ladies and gentlemen walking by would stop to admire and talk with Bucky but it wasn’t who Y/N got their eyes on.

“-Oi, stop mashing! Poor Stevie is doing all the work!” Y/N called for Bucky. “Although I’m not complaining for I have a very good view…” they said having, indeed, a nice view of Steve’s frail back and butt. “He looks like he could use some help.”

Nobody could see it but Steve blushed like crazy from the comment. What Y/N saw however was the nasty look one of the men sent their way after assessing Steve. Their only response to that was to glare harder and appear meaner to scare the guy and to show Steve was well protected.

“-Then why don’t you help him?” Bucky asked, not really annoyed by the interruption.

“-I’m not strong enough.”

“-Y/N, I don’t need help.” Steve intervened.

“-Stevie, not to offense you, but you look like you are going to pass out. Take a break.” their voice was immediately softer when addressing to him.

Steve sighed but complied, putting the tools down and walking toward the dock, starting to feel dizzy. Y/N patted the empty spot next to them for him to sit and he did. He grabbed a coke that the old man gave them from the cooler next to him, trying to cool down. The two watched the scenery. It wasn’t the prettiest by all means but in this instant, they were the only existing on this dock. The sun was soon going to set and the distant chatting of Bucky and other passers-by were a nice change in pace compared to the buzzing of the city.

“-Do you think I could be like him one day?” Steve asked and Y/N didn’t have to look at him to know he was referring to Bucky.

“-Why should you be like him when you are already so much more?” They asked back. When he didn’t respond and only looked down, blushing, Y/N put their head on his bony shoulder. “Besides, I’ve always preferred smaller men.”

#skinny!Steve Rogers x reader #pre serum steve x reader #pre-serum steve #nonbinary #non binary character #flufftober2023 #fluff #flufftober #queer Steve Rogers #bisexual #bisexual steve rogers #pansexual bucky barnes #pansexual #lgbt writers #lgbt #lgbtq

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lynlee494 · 3 months

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For the record, it was not the Winter Soldier who brought on the end of humanity. It was more of a group effort really.

And that clutz Murphy, a product of Hydra nepotism putting someone in a position they shouldn’t be in.

And now several years on Bucky has a lot of confusing memories, but at least the fast paced environment and literal walking nightmares means he doesn’t really have time to dwell too much on the more distant past.

In the end none of it mattered anyways.

Bucky is merely surviving, avoiding best he can the lingering human population and avoiding Empties when possible.

This task is going well, until he gets stuck with a small but fierce blonde named Steve. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There are only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow has been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with nowhere to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate.

Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower.

Maybe there is a chance.

Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment building. Avenging and being a landlord takes a toll.

Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – has been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type.

So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them. *Bucky/Clint ______________________________________________

“Steve?” Bucky finally speaks, having been standing – no, shaking – in the living room entrance. The brunette says his name with such disbelief. Like they hadn’t just seen each other. Right?

“Stevie?” and he crosses the distance between them and all but picks Steve up with desperate hands, “Steve, you look...they said you’re dead Stevie.”

Bucky sinks to his knees before Steve with a sob and real panic claws at the smaller man, causes a hitch in his breathing he is glad Bucky doesn’t seem to notice. Bucky claws at him too, both hands fisting in his shirt, pulling Steve tight to him while the man’s head presses against Steve’s stomach.

As time passes lazily around Steve the growing sense that something is off nags at him when all Steve wants is to see his ma.

And find out what is suddenly wrong with Bucky. *Steve/Bucky

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Bucky also knows Steve’s touch, delicate and light, always too cold despite rubbing Steve’s charcoal stained fingers warm himself. It was something he found himself doing a lot in the winter when they couldn’t always afford charcoal for the whole night, so they waited until right before bed to begin heating the room. No, these weren’t those surprisingly long but skinny fingers with knobby knuckles he would lay gentle kisses onto, warming each with the heat of his mouth.

“Shit, Morita, he is burning up,” and not-Steve sounds so worried that Bucky can’t help but lean into the touch and just pretend for a moment it is his Stevie. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It wouldn’t have been so bad, Bucky could have shrugged this off easily once he caught his breath, but he found the more he pulled to free himself the worse it seemed to be. Barnes thinks he hears shouting, but it is distorted and drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Ripping further at the trap that was furthering ensnaring him he found himself snarling and just ripping at it with brute strength and panicked rage that echoed of the Asset’s frustrated rampages through Hydra personnel. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

It was a fairly routine outing for the Avengers, aside from the location making Steve and Bucky uneasy, not even forty miles from where Bucky had fallen into Hydra’s control for nearly seven decades.

What was he supposed to say, ‘I know this is where I failed you, so just wondering if you wanted to sit this one out?’ or maybe, ‘This might be hard, but do you want to talk about how this is where they dragged you off from, after I left you behind, broken and bleeding?’

Instead Steve had been too in his own head at the same news that had unsettled Bucky, the train, the snow, Gabe’s face when he saw Bucky’s absence and Steve’s broken state – making it real, sealing it.

The two had both sat there in a sort of stunned silence, heartbeats passing, and then it was too late. Bucky was out the door, shoulders back and his stride long, and Steve merely followed him to the armory. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It is 1994 and James Barnes has been out of Hydra’s grasp for several months. Barnes is just trying to stay ahead of Hydra, and is at an event to take out an exposed Hydra commander to help with this.

Seeing the young Tony Stark at the event shakes Barnes's loose grip on his own mind however, and Barnes's attention is suddenly split between the past and now - and between his need to remain hidden and his desire to reclaim part of the Bucky he remembers.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark has been avoiding as many responsibilities as possible in the three years since his parents died - but tonight is the first step into entering Stark Industries as the CEO.

Instead Tony's greatest strength is dampened and he finds himself suddenly at the mercy of those around him, and to top it off he begins to worry for his sanity when he finds himself wanting to help a hallucination of Bucky Barnes. *Tony/Bucky ______________________________________________

There is no warning or retort when a punch to his side causes him to stumble, followed by a searing burn blooming from his left bicep. Clint manages to get cover behind a set of dumpsters as he makes out the distinct ping when a bullet hits where he’d been. Gunshots. He had been shot and the night air was not the least bit bothered by it. Luckily his arm seems to be nothing but a deep graze but his side would have to wait. Obscured and hindered by his uniform at least the compression suit would help in the meantime.

Hawkeye only knows one man who handles a gun that quietly, and this makes twice the fucker got the drop on him. And he is supposed to be dead. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

After a close call, Bucky Barnes finds himself alone in the Tower.

Solitude is not something that bothers Bucky, and a chance to relax and nurse his wounds wouldn't be so bad...if it wasn't also Steve and Bucky's anniversary.

It certainly doesn't help things that there may have been a mix up with Bucky's medicine. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

“Mrs....Mrs. Rogers...he looks…” a small voice sobs quietly, and Sarah was at his level immediately, her arms tight around him. Bucky let out another sob, this time muffled by her shoulder. His small body shaking against her as she can tell he tries to hold it in.

They stay like that for a few minutes and some of the tightness leaves Sarah’s chest just a little, and the trembling in the small boy calms some. Bucky sniffles and murmurs an apology. Sarah gently pulls back from Bucky and sweeps some hair out of his eyes. Stevie might be the frail one, but this poor Barnes boy had such a soft heart. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

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leisurelypanda · 2 years

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Steve is a senior in college finishing up his college career by starting a year long internship with Odinson International, an up-and-coming Fortune 500 company. Everything is going great... except that he's late for his first day. Just as Steve is trying to make a good impression for the head of the company, he finds himself in a sticky situation. But Thor apparently has some plans up his sleeve.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39506415

Pairing: CEO Thor x Intern Steve Rogers

Tags: Dom/sub, spanking, pet play, humiliation, dirty talk, anal sex, semi-public sex, size difference, size kink.

Word Count: 4.5k

The first day. It was the first day of Steve’s new internship. He tried desperately to keep that thought out of his mind as he dashed up the stairs of his metro stop to get to the building where he was supposed to have been 15 minutes ago. Excuses ran through his mind. The metro was late. There was a crowd. Tourists got in the way. Anything that would sound plausible to his new boss to make him not fire Steve on the spot.

Odinson International. Steve couldn’t believe it when he got the internship. It was the big break of his college career. He had applied just because he admired the construction they did and because they only ever took 3 interns a year. Many of them would go on to have permanent jobs afterwards. It was just his luck that his crappy phone decided to die in the middle of the night even when he plugged it in.

He came up on the skyscraper where the business was stationed. He didn't even take the time to look up at the architecture like he did when he came for the interview. He had no time. With barely a breath in his lungs, he bolted into the building through a revolving door and raced to the set of elevators on the far side of the building where it would take him up to corporate headquarters.

A tall woman with warm, olive skin and long black hair tied back into braids held the door for him. She smiled sympathetically at him as he bent over to catch his breath. The elevator was thankfully not full. Only the two of them were in it as it closed.

"Rough morning?" she asked.

"Yeah," Steve gasped out. He gulped for air gracefully like a goldfish on dry land. "First day."

"What department?" she asked.

"Engineering," Steve said as he righted himself. He was sweating, but all that mattered was that he was there. Maybe there was still a chance he could make up for this.

"You one of the new interns they took on?" she asked.

"That's me," Steve said. He grimaced.

"Well, good luck, I'm rooting for you," she said. She held out her hand. "Valkyrie. No, it's not my real name, but if you ever find out, I'll have to kill you."

"Steve Rogers," he said as he shook it. She had a firm grip.

"I wouldn't worry, Steve," she said. "The boss is pretty laid back."

Steve tried to find some hope in that, even though his heart was still racing. His mother would have a fit if she knew. She always made sure he was exempt from gym class because of his asthma as a kid. She would be practically forcing his inhaler into his mouth if she was there. Thank God she wasn't.

Steve watched as the elevator approached his floor. With each floor he passed, his heart hammered harder and harder. The door stopped on the 71st floor and Valkyrie stepped aside.

"This is you," she said. "Good luck on your first day."

"Thanks," Steve said as he stepped out. He straightened his tie and took a deep breath before he walked on.

The office was well laid out. It was spacious and had a relaxed but productive atmosphere, not like the oppressive, monotonous corporations that made their workers sit in cubicles. This was his first time working in such a high-end business office. Not hired, not yet, but his first time working as someone who would assist with a real role in a project. And he was late.

He tried not to think about that as he hefted his box of office materials. He made his way to the department manager, who directed him to the office he would use. It was… almost too nice. Small, but nice. The desk was made of oak and was just big enough to fit a monitor and any papers and designs he would be working on. There was also a small bookshelf that held various books that looked like they were left by previous interns. One side of the office looked down at the city below while another looked out into the larger office space. The furniture in the room was warm brown, the walls a relaxing cream, and floors were made of wood rather than cold stone. All in all, it was downright inviting.

Steve set his box on the desk and sighed. Inside were all his usual office supplies. A couple plants that he kept, some desk knick-knacks, and decorations to help his office seem more hospitable than he was expecting it to be. An office like this needed something that matched the atmosphere. Professional, but comfortable. Unfortunately, he was dead broke, so this was about all he’d be able to put in here.

Steve was just setting his marketing books and decorations up when there was a knock at his door. He turned around to see a tall, broad blond man at the door with a smirk on his face. Thor Odinson. Owner, inheritor, and CEO of Odinson International. He was dressed impeccably. A tan suit and pants with robin egg blue button down shirt with two buttons undone radiated the exact vibe the rest of the company had. Dazzling blue eyes sparkled as he looked down at Steve and approached.

He was, in short, the man of Steve’s dreams. Nearly a foot taller than him, strong, and gorgeous, too. The fact that Steve was going to be working for him was an unfortunate issue, but maybe that wouldn’t turn out to be a problem. The man was amazing and there was no sign at all of a wedding ring.

"Hear you had some trouble getting here today," he said.

Fuck, Steve thought. "Yes, I had some issues with the subway, sir."

"Please, call me Thor. No one calls me sir unless they're kissing up to me," Thor replied. Instead of a handshake, he embraced Steve and kissed him once on each cheek. Steve pulled away feeling very hot again and with his heart racing for a whole new reason.

"Uh, yeah, well, thanks for being understanding, Thor," Steve said. "I promise I won't make a habit of being late."

"I do appreciate that," Thor said. "I try to be relaxed, but punctuality is an important part of running a business."

"Yes, I agree," Steve said.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," Thor said with a smile that could have blinded Steve. His heart fluttered again and Steve wondered how exactly he was going to make it through the day. "I'll see you later. The architecture team has a meeting with me at 3:00."

Steve wrote the time down, but before he could ask Thor where the meeting would be, he was gone. Steve sighed and decided to get set up on the computer. He was already late and he needed to get his introductory training done as soon as possible so he could get started on real work.

The problem with starting a new job, Steve always found, was figuring out where everything happened. Usually, it was pretty straightforward. Coffee shops were obvious. Restaurants were self-explanatory. White collar office jobs were not always the case, apparently.

He had assumed that the architecture team meeting would be located in the meeting room in their department. He arrived 5 minutes early to the meeting to make sure that he was on time. 20 minutes later, an office assistant arrived and kindly informed him that the meeting was in Thor’s office, not this room.

Steve raced out of the room as fast as his skinny legs could carry him. He ran to the elevator and took it up to the top floor where Thor’s office was. When he arrived, he stepped out as calmly as he could manage and walked towards the meeting room with the directions the office assistant gave him.

It didn’t take too long. The window to the meeting room was a single, enormous sheet of glass. What was inside, however, made Steve’s heart sink. The architects were getting up and starting to gather their belongings. Steve opened the door and stepped inside before he could think better of it.

“Ah, Steven, we were wondering where you were,” Thor said.

“Yes,” Steve said. “Sorry, I was confused about where the meeting was taking place.”

“I understand,” Thor said. “Why don’t you come in and I’ll catch you up on what you missed?”

Steve sat down gratefully at the table. The rest filed out. Steve had met most of them already at the morning meeting, which he had arrived on time for. They all seemed like intelligent, hard working people. He hated the idea that he would fall short in their eyes, especially on his first day.

Thor drummed his fingers on the table for a minute before he got up. Everyone was gone and his private office floor was the height in luxury and comfort. And privacy. He didn’t even have assistants buzzing around. Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat as Thor approached the window.

“You know,” Thor said as he faced the window with his hands clasped behind his back. “When Natasha told me about the young business intern she hired, I found myself excited. I envisioned a diligent and talented young man who would bring a fresh perspective to my company’s approach to design.”

Thor touched a dial on the window and it dimmed. It was only a slight change, but Steve suddenly grew nervous. His heart was racing. His leg began to thump as he watched Thor from his seat on the other side of the room.

“I… apologize for the confusion, Thor,” Steve said.

“Do you?” Thor asked. He turned and began to walk over to Steve. Steve sat back in the chair just as Thor sat next to him on the table. “You were late for work this morning. You missed the meeting I told you about. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Steve felt his face begin to heat up. All he could focus on was how strong and thick Thor’s fingers looked, how well he filled out the suit he wore. Every strand of hair was in place. His piercing blue eyes seemed to assess every inch of Steve. Steve himself suddenly felt under prepared and underdressed. Thor reached out and started to brush down Steve’s clothes.

“You know where I come from, it is considered extremely rude to be late,” Thor said. “Much like the United States and Britain. Punctuality is highly valued because time is a precious resource.”

“Yes, I understand, Thor,” Steve said.

“You see, I’m not sure that you do,” Thor said. His hands went to Steve’s neck to straighten his tie. As he did, his fingers brushed against Steve’s neck. Steve felt his heart skip a beat as he felt Thor’s callused fingers brush against his soft skin. “I think you need some… individual training.”

“Thor?” Steve said. He looked up into Thor’s eyes. This morning they sparkled so brightly. Now, they were dark with lust.

“I think you should call me Sir now,” Thor said. His voice was low and dark, like hot molasses dripping onto Steve’s skin.

“Fuck,” Steve breahted. “Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Thor murmured. He pressed a thumb against Steve’s lips and traced them with a delicate touch. Steve’s breath hitched and he tried to open his mouth and lick the digit.

“Not yet,” Thor said. “You haven’t proven that you can be good yet.”

Steve whined and Thor smiled down at him.

“Why don’t you get on your knees?” Thor said.

Steve slid off the chair and down to his knees in one fluid motion. He’d been here before. Other one night stands who all acted dominant. Some even seemed good at the part. None of them, not one, was as effortlessly attractive and dominant as Thor was. Was he even trying or did it just come to him as naturally as breathing? That’s what it seemed like.

“Hands behind your back,” Thor said. Steve obeyed and crossed his arms at the wrist in a classic submissive pose. “Well, you seem submissive enough, that’s for sure.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Steve said.

Thor just hummed and dangled his foot slightly. It nudged Steve’s stomach, but since Steve wasn’t sure if that meant he should get up, he stayed where he was. This was apparently the correct response, as Thor hummed in approval. He took Steve’s chin in a big hand and stroked a thumb down his jawline before turning Steve’s head from side to side.

“My, but you are a pretty one,” Thor said. The sound was practically a purr. “I think I’ll make you my pet.”

“Sir?” Steve asked.

“Yes, I think I will make you my kitten,” Thor said. “Someone as unruly as you is sure to be an entertaining pet to have.”

Somehow, those words went straight to Steve’s dick. It strained against his slacks. His entire body vibrated with need and urgency, the desire to suck Thor’s cock or be fucked by him. The image of him laying on Thor’s couch, all curled up, or sitting at his feet with a collar around his neck filled his head, though.

“You’re not listening, kitten,” Thor said. Steve blinked and realized that Thor had asked him a question. He racked his brain, trying to think of what Thor asked him about. Thor sighed. “You will find that I am not lenient with punishment, my pet. If you make me repeat myself, I will have to punish you.”

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of Steve’s neck along his spine. Steve made himself look up at Thor, even as his knees began to ache from kneeling directly on the floor. Thor must have noticed his discomfort, because he tapped one of Steve’s knees with a foot.

“Answer my question, and I’ll let you stand up,” he said. Steve tried and tried to think, but he finally gave up and shook his head. “Pity.”

Thor chuckled lowly and stood. He towered over Steve’s kneeling body. Steve tried to look Thor in the eyes, but all he could see was the prominent bulge in Thor’s pants. It was downright massive and so tantalizingly close to Steve’s face. However, before Steve could revel in its beauty, Thor bent down and seized a fistful of Steve’s hair. He pulled it back roughly and Steve hissed in pain.

“I’m going to spank you,” Thor murmured. “Right here, where anyone who walks by can see. They’ll see how bad you are, how useless and pathetic.”

Steve felt like he might combust at any moment or melt into a puddle of shame. Thor paused, though, looking down at Steve. There was a silent question in his eyes. Steve nodded slightly, and Thor hauled him up onto his feet and bent him over the table facing the window. Outside, not a soul stirred. There was no click of heels against the hardwood floor, no echo of voices down the hall. No sound… except for the clink of Thor’s belt buckle. As that tiny sound reached Steve’s ears, it reverberated through Steve’s body. His skin erupted in gooseflesh as Thor pulled Steve’s pants down, exposing his ass.

“This is even more beautiful up close,” Thor said. “I can’t wait to see how red I can make it.”

Steve swallowed hard. Thor pulled Steve’s shirt up and over his head before he tossed it on the table. Utterly naked and exposed, Steve just looked out the window, hoping against hope that no one would come. His cock twitched eagerly, though, at the thought of someone finding him like this, of them knowing that he was the boss’s plaything. Thor grabbed the handful of Steve’s hair again and pulled slightly.

“I won’t bother asking you to count,” Thor said. “You’re so dumb, I doubt you could manage it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Steve said.

“Ready?” Thor asked. Steve took a deep breath and nodded. Without further prompting, Thor brought his belt down on Steve’s ass. It was not a gentle strike, but rough, and it stung like a motherfucker. Steve yelped and didn’t realize how loud he was until it was out of his mouth. He clapped a hand over his mouth just as Thor brought the belt back down on him.

“My, but I wasn’t expecting that,” Thor said. “It’s like you want to tell everyone on this floor what’s happening to you.”

“Sir,” Steve gasped. His hand was still on his mouth, though, and the sound was muffled.

“Take your hand off so I can hear you properly, kitten,” Thor whispered into Steve’s ear. Steve groaned as he obeyed.

“Sir, I-I, I-I don’t know,” Steve said. This was ridiculous. Two spanks and he was already coming undone. Was he really so easy?

“Of course you don’t,” Thor said. “It was a silly question for me to ask you.”

With that, he brought the belt down on Steve’s ass again. It was just as hard as before, but Steve still yelped with the pain. He moved to cover his mouth again, but Thor pulled his head back a little farther.

“Leave it,” he said. “Let them hear, whoever they are.”

Steve nodded and Thor slackened his grip on Steve’s hair. He didn’t let go completely, though. Steve wasn’t sure he wanted Thor to let go, either. The belt landed harder on Steve’s ass this time and Steve cried out. He’d been spanked. There was a guy he met named Chad (yeah, gross, but he was desperate at the time) who spanked him a few months ago. It was… underwhelming. Steve walked away and decided it wasn’t for him.

This, however, made him feel like he was glowing. His pain made him feel on fire in the most incredible way he never knew was possible. His head stung from Thor’s firm grip in a way Steve never knew he could ever enjoy. He felt alive for the first time in his life and like he was dying of pleasure. It was euphoria and torture and he couldn’t get enough of it.

By the time Thor landed the last strike, Steve had tears running down his face. Thor flipped him over onto his back and wiped away a stream of tears with one of his thumbs.

“Beautiful,” Thor said. His eyes were near black.

“Thank you, Sir,” Steve murmured. His brain felt hazy, like he was looking out into a foggy morning, except that he also was talking through something warm and fuzzy.

“I want you to be mine,” Thor said. “I want to own you, kitten.”

“Okay,” Steve said.

“Don’t answer now,” Thor said. “Just lay back and take your reward.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. Thor unzipped his pants and Steve just looked out the windows. No one walked past, even now. He heard the sound of Thor lubing up his cock. Steve reached towards his own cock with his right hand and began to stroke it lazily. He heard Thor chuckle.

“So impertinent,” he murmured. “You’ll be a good kitten for me.”

With that, Thor leaned over the desk and kissed Steve. It was gentle, but firm, claiming. Steve kissed back and yielded readily when Thor pushed his tongue into Steve’s mouth. A moment later, Steve felt a large, thick length nudge against his entrance. Thor pushed it in ever so slowly. It burned. It burned like the sun and Steve couldn’t get enough of it. Thor was massive, easily bigger than any other man Steve had slept with in the few years he’d been sexually active.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Steve breathed. “Is that… gonna fit?”

“It’ll fit, my kitten,” Thor murmured. His voice dripped with amusement. “I’ll make it fit.”

Steve whimpered, but he nodded and Thor slowly pressed another thick inch into him. Steve let his head fall back onto the table. Thor captured his throat and sucked on the side, near Steve’s collarbone. Stars flickered to life in Steve’s vision. The feeling of Thor’s body over him, of Thor’s cock inside him, of Thor’s mouth on his neck, of Thor’s hands gripping his body… it all overwhelmed him. Steve was a glass vessel shattered into a million tiny pieces.

After several long minutes, Thor bottomed out. Steve was pretty sure he could feel this man in his stomach or something. He was huge, but Steve didn’t want him to ever pull out.

“You feel… incredible,” Thor groaned.

“You, too, Sir,” Steve breathed. He gripped Thor’s arms. He still wore his shirt, though at some point his jacket had been discarded. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbow, exposing strong, corded forearms rippling with muscle and strength.

After several minutes that felt like a short eternity, Thor began to rock into Steve’s body. With each thrust into him, Steve was sure he could see the stars again. Each movement caused Thor’s thick cock to graze against Steve’s prostate. Steve didn’t care what happened after this. He would crawl over hot coals just to taste this man’s cock again.

“God, Sir, how are you so big?” Steve asked after a particularly sharp thrust almost made him cum.

“Good genes, I suppose,” Thor said with a smirk. “How did you end up so tight? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Nope,” Steve replied. He made his lips pop with the word. “Just good genes.”

“I’ll look forward to popping your cherry every day, then,” Thor said.

He gripped Steve’s hips hard enough to bruise as he quickened his pace. His hips smacked against Steve’s in a quick rhythm. Steve gripped Thor’s forearms harder, then reached up to wrap his hands around Thor’s neck. His silky hair teased Steve’s fingers and Thor groaned as Steve dug his fingers into the meat of Thor’s shoulders.

Steve had no idea how long it lasted, how long it was before Thor’s deep, long thrusts became short and frantic as he chased his pleasure with Steve’s body. Steve had no idea when he started pumping his cock with equal desperation, before Thor batted his hand away and wrapped his bigger, rougher hand around Steve’s shaft. Steve only knew the moment when Thor came with a shout and hot, thick cum shot into Steve’s waiting body. A few minutes later, Thor brought Steve over the edge and Steve was sure that he saw stars.

Steve let his body hang limp in Thor’s arms. They breathed together for a few minutes. Then, Thor straightened himself. Steve whined as Thor’s cock slipped out of him, but he didn’t complain much as Thor used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Steve’s body. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Then, Thor helped Steve dress in silence before he straightened himself up.

“Come to my office,” Thor said.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“That was intense for you,” Thor said. “I want to make sure you’re okay before you go.”

“Oh. Okay,” Steve said. He wasn’t sure what else to say to that. “Do you… think anyone saw us?”

“Unlikely,” Thor said. “I tinted the windows before we started. For privacy.”

Steve blinked. “You what?”

“The windows tint on the outside,” Thor said. He pointed over to the panel next to the windows in the room. “They’re controlled from inside, though.”

“So all that about people watching us…”

“Was an act,” Thor said with a mischievous smirk. “Did you enjoy it? The thrill of the thought of being caught?”

Steve blushed and looked away. It was apparently enough for Thor to know how Steve felt about it. Thor chuckled as he opened the door.

“So what happens now?” Steve asked quietly as they walked to Thor’s office.

“I meant what I said,” Thor said. “I want you. If you agree, I can have you transferred to work directly under me instead of in architecture.”

“Really?” Steve asked. It was… unexpected. It would be good, even if it didn’t work out long term. Working with a Fortune 500 businessman would be fantastic… and the sex would be even better.

“Don’t answer now,” Thor said. “But if you like, I will send you the details later today for you to peruse.”

“How long do I have?” Steve asked.

“Well, let us say until the end of the week,” Thor said with a smile. “Though I hope the taste you received of what you could have is enough to persuade you.”

Steve smiled even as his heart was still beating a mile a minute. Thor opened the door to his private office and inside was the most outrageously ridiculous office Steve had ever seen. Long, red, plush couches with thick, patterned throw pillows flanked a dark, mahogany coffee table. The cream walls were covered in pictures and decorations, trimmed in gold and blue. The room was decorated with warm colors and Steve immediately felt both comfortable.

He immediately fell onto a couch that was every bit as comfortable as it looked and decided that, whatever it was Thor wanted from him, he was willing to give.

That evening as Steve returned to his disappointingly mediocre apartment that he shared with his friends Peter Parker, Bucky, and Sam, Steve felt like he had returned to earth. Bucky and Sam were at each other’s throats again over Super Smash. Peter was likely in his room doing homework. Steve slumped into a chair that creaked as he sat down.

He pulled out his laptop and checked his emails. He didn’t have many classes this semester, but he did have some. He intended to spend as much time at the internship as he could so he could learn everything he could absorb. First in his inbox, though, sent as soon as Steve had left Odinson International, was an email from Thor. The subject line was “Terms and Conditions.”

Steve sighed as he opened the email. It was probably some bullshit automatic email he got from the company. He was surprised, though, to find that this email wasn’t from Thor’s work email. It was from a personal one, and the first word on the document was… “Kitten.” He smiled.

“Hey Stevie, what happened today?” Bucky called over as Sam howled in defeat. Steve knew that Bucky would be adding another tally to their running list of wins and losses. Currently, Bucky was up by about 4. “Did you find a sugar daddy?”

Steve smiled as he read the document. A contract, he realized, to be Thor’s kitten. A sub. Sure enough, there was a provision that Thor would provide Steve with certain benefits, even in the event that their relationship should end.

I think I have, Steve thought.

#thundershield #lemons #thor x steve rogers #ceo!thor #intern!steve rogers #pre-serum steve #fanfic #my work

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lovemesomerafael · 1 year

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Bread and Roses

Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works By Organization for Transformative Works Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Miscellaneous Original Characters Additional Tags: Pining, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steve's Moral Compass, Bucky's Moral Compass, steve is a socialist, Steve is not the goody-two-shoes everyone thinks he is, 1930s Brooklyn, Labor Organizer!Steve, Artist!Steve, Protective Bucky, Very protective Bucky, Idiots in Love, Steve getting punched, Bucky getting punched, bucky taking care of steve, Steve taking care of Bucky, Steve giving rousing pro-union speeches to sweatshop workers in the 1930s - what could go wrong?, Kissing Summary:

Bucky Barnes agrees that the rights of laborers are important. After all, he is one. But does his best friend Steve Rogers have to be the one to risk his life doing the dangerous work of fighting for better working conditions? Bucky does his best to protect him, but it isn't easy. Meanwhile, there's a whole different kind of danger at home. Bucky knows Steve loves him, and he can't ever admit that he loves Steve right back. Because Steve would never hide who he is, and being a fairy is even more perilous than being a union organizer. When management hires some goons to break up a union rally, sure enough, Steve gets clobbered. Bucky takes care of him, like always, and it leads to a near-confession Bucky narrowly escapes. But then Bucky gets hurt at another rally and Steve decides they're not going to waste one more day denying the way they feel.

#Captain America #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Pre-serum Steve #Pre-war Stucky #Stucky #The Winter Soldier #Captain America Fic #Captain America Fanfic #SteveBucky

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nerdychristianfanboy · 2 years

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Pre-serum Steve: She really takes my breath away, Bucky! 🥰

Bucky: That's the asthma, Steve.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #steve rogers #pre-serum steve #bucky barnes #brooklyn bros

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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can I have all those fat merman Steve thoughts? 👉👈🥺

I love him and your writing and this AU is so good it needs to be shared!!

❤YOU SURE FUCKING CAN ❤

Warnings for VERY self indulgent content below the read more cut including: unbeta'd, extreme weight gain, belly kink, immobility, merman × light-house-keeper stucky AU, some kind of plot (spooky and also incredibly rare here), etc.

Backstory for everyone but us two lunatics 🤣:

This AU idea sparked from a conversation between Dumpling and I about belly kink awakening content from our childhood's. I opened the conversation with the book The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle and then later re-disovered another picture book I read that Made Me Feel Things lmao

That second book was about these mermaids, little girls, who decided to not listen to their father and go talk to humans. Their Dad warned them that, hey, humans are bad and will trick you. Don't. But they didn't listen! And the two mergirls make friends with two human girls on the shore. These human girls then introduce the mergirls to human food (among other things) and they hang out everyday for a few days, swimming home in time to not get in trouble every time except-! Eventually, the human girls bring tons and tons of different food to give the mergirls rather than splitting half of their picnic lunch with them as they had before. And the mergirls eat all, all of the food. Eating and stuffing their faces until they're so heavy that they can't swim home. And they have to sleep on the shore for the night, returning in the morning to their ocean kingdom. The mergirls are then "punished" for endangering themselves with the humans as well as for their gluttony.

I never knew why I liked it so much as a child, reading and rereading, until I suddenly remembered it and connected my love of it to, well... the content on this entire blog 🤣🤣

But yes yes yes, personal backstory aside, now time for the AU backstory:

Bucky is the lighthouse keeper.

He lives alone on his little island with supplies and a few animals, mostly a bunch of birds he feeds, the flock depends on the season. Also though, he has a cat, Alpine. She hunts mice occasionally (when they become a problem) but otherwise she sticks to her fancy wet food. The little princess.

There's a boat or two dragged up from the dock at the rocky island shore to the land. He has to have some way to get back to the mainland.

And while the island is little compared to, like, fully established island nations, it is more than big enough for a lighthouse, garden, and plenty of open space.

Bucky loves his garden and grows all that he can- there's not a lot to do but cook and clean. He mostly cooks a lot before a trip back to the mainland when he drops all his treats off with friends and family.

Picture this Bucky:

(Personally I'm thinking modern-ish era but... eh, either way, 1940s or 21st century, choose your own adventure)

And STEVE

Merman Steve!

This Steve is pre-serum looking, very thin, petite, his ribs sticking out everytime he breathes in deep, underwater or on land. He's the "runt" of the pod of merpeople he's apart of and on top of that, this winter has been hard... its been Extra difficult to find food.

But, Steve,, Steve's eyes are hypnotizingly blue. As are his scales, his tail so so blue, the webs between his fingers blue tinted, scales at his elbows, the edges of his fan shaped ears, etc. His skin is so pale that it's nearly see-through. He probably, definitely has freckles... when you look close enough at least. Otherwise he's too pale for anyone to notice them. And Steve's hair is so, so blond. Underwater it looks platinum blond with the sunlight and water reflecting but above water it's wheat-golden, the longer hair at the top of his head juuust long enough to fall into his eyes.

Enough backstory! Onto the story-story!

Steve is no match for the late winter storm that centers over that patch of ocean one night. He gets bashed up against the rocks at the shore of Bucky's island. Getting bruises and thankfully only minor cuts. Mostly he's just confused as to where the fuck he is, currents pulling him this way and that. When Steve finds a smooth wooden surface to cling to instead of rocks... he stays put.

That surface is Bucky's modest dock.

And that same winter storm night Bucky feels his house tremble and shake around him. The lighthouse attached to his home is fine but... he feels as if he'll blow away in the wind! Alpine spends the night weaving nervously in and out of his legs as he walks around his home, heating up soup for dinner, taking a shower while listening to the rain batter the sides of his home and the howling of the wind beyond.

In the morning, the storm clears.

Bucky goes about the island ensuring everything is in one piece and investigating what might've been blown ashore in the night.

He finds Steve.

And...

Maybe it's the cabin fever talking; a result of being alone for so long on the island but... coming along just in time to watch this shaking, trembling creature (beautiful creature) crawl up onto his dock, battered and bruised, thin enough that Bucky might be able to snap him with his bare hands, Bucky feels the urgent need to help him.

Bucky has never seen a mermaid before.

Steve has never seen a human before.

"Are you okay?" Bucky asks.

Steve... Steve pauses and for a moment Bucky is pretty sure that he doesn't speak English but then- "I... I dont know."

"Can I help?"

Steve nods.

Bucky helps by telling Steve to stay there while he runs home to fill his bathtub with sea water since when he asks if salt or fresh water matters, Steve cocks his head and says he doesn't know what fresh water is. Isn't all water fresh? Bucky runs back and forth from the shore to his house, dumping buckets of sea water into his tub. Then-

Bucky gets a wheelbarrow, originally for his gardening needs, and easily lifts Steve up into it, rolling him home.

"What's your name?" Bucky asks, rolling him over the grassy meadow back to the lighthouse.

"Steve."

"Steve, hi, my name is Bucky."

"Bucky? Is that a common human name?"

"Not particularly, it's a... a modification of my middle name."

"Your middle name? You have a beginning and ending name too?"

"Yeah, kind of, I have a first and last name too. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky comes from the middle name, Buchanan. Buchanan is waaaay more common then Bucky."

"I'm just Steve."

"Well, okay, I like the name Steve."

Then-

At home, with Steve now resting in his sea water filled bathtub, Bucky cleans up the worst of his cuts and bruises with antiseptic after using some soap to scrub off the mud and seaweed- "are you sure this is helping?!" Steve asks, whining,"it hurts!"

"I promise it helps."

Steve might complain about the ache of cleaning his wounds but he does the exact opposite when Bucky feeds him afterwards...

Tail splashing water as he flicks it every now and again, first Bucky has him try some leftover but reheated cooked fish with lemon and garlic butter. Steve wolfs it down so fast and so eagerly (three whole big fillets!) that seconds have to be in order afterwards! Bucky cooks too much for himself anyway and just looking at how thin Steve is, Bucky wouldn't mind cooking more just for him. He can have more than three fillets. Seconds are a few homemade scones slathered in jam. Thirds are plenty of strips of smoked ocean salmon. Fourths are more scones on account of Steve's request.

But by the time he's done eating everything Bucky gives him, barely taking enough time to mutter a thank you before tearing into whatever it is, the meal (or meals rather) are visible on Steve.

Visible in how his stomach pushes out from his ribs harshly. Unnaturally almost- so large and round that Bucky thinks about asking if merpeople have stretchy stomachs before he reels himself back in. That's a rude think to ask. In human culture but also probably merperson culture.

Either way, Bucky keeps looking, hiding in plain sight of just being a curious human. His belly... it's so stretched. Pink and taut.

Steve stretches out, sloshing some water over the side onto the floor, and moans. "God, if I could eat like this all the time, I would! And I'd never swim again..." he chuckles, "I'd sink like this I think," he slaps a hand over his stomach, forcing a burp out of himself.

Bucky laughs to cover his own moan but can't help continuing to stare at how Steve's webbed hands rub his swollen stomach. And without another actual thought, beyond ohohohohoh Bucky adds, "i-if you can't swim tonight, that's okay. You can stay here. If. Uh. If you want to. I'm not- not trapping you here. You are free to leave but if you want to-"

"Oh, yes, thank you-" Steve murmurs, still rubbing his own impressively large stomach, eyelids drooping as he turns his head to look at Bucky.

Bucky stares back and puts his foot in his mouth again, asking, "do you want help?"

Fuck. Oops.

"With what?"

"That-" he chokes out after a moment of stuttering, eyes flicking to his tortured, bloated stomach.

"Uh, I guess, how'd you be helpi-?"

"Like this," Bucky interjects to lay his hands on his skin, fever hot and thin, stretched over the rock-hard mass of food inside him.

Steve moans. He struggles to lift his hips up into the touch too.

Bucky has never felt more- more electric. Since the moment he first spoke to Steve he knew he was special and he liked him but touching him... fuck. Bucky is pretty sure he's in love with him. He's beautiful and smart and-

Full.

(Bucky later jokes to Steve that if he had known better and been more guarded he might've thrown Steve out with accusations of him being a siren, not a normal merman. Or maybe he wouldn't've... he might've been too hypnotized.)

But... it goes on like that, Steve lives in Bucky's bathtub, eating as much as Bucky will feed him. Probably even more than Bucky would've give him, if not for his asking for more. But sometimes Steve gets into a fit of feeling like he's too reliant on Bucky for everything or whatever and will ask to be put back into the wheelbarrow and taken back to the ocean. They say goodbye but he never really leaves. He stretches his fins in the ocean for a while. Staying low enough that Bucky can't see him from the shore or lighthouse but never returning to the ocean depths. Eventually, sheepishly, Steve turns up back on Bucky's dock.

They don't make comments on how or why he's back. Bucky is simply happy to have him back.

Steve gains weight.

It usually doesn't hit Bucky, how Steve is changing, until he takes him from the shore back to his home with him after his adventure alone. He stops looking for the signs of his changing body when he's always in the tub, day after day...

He really does change though. First, he gains enough weight that Bucky can no longer spot and count each of his ribs but instead looks healthy. Then he looks a little husky... some of the weight goes to his muscles, sure, but calories seem to favor becoming fat when in his body. Then he's chubby. His stomach rounds out first, a little pot belly that grows larger until its a gut, but subtlety, all the while, his hips and tail catch up to his gut by filling out wider and wider with blubber. His pecs fill out too. Little chubby tits that match his swollen tummy and his thick tail. He gains weight until he looks so soft that Bucky kind of wants to either grab him and sink his fingers into his blubber or he wants to bite him. To feel how soft he is.

He gains and gains, stuffing himself with human food and hardly swimming. Just sitting and plumping up in Bucky's tub. Waited on hand and foot (tail?), stuffed with more food than he could ever hope to catch.

And Steve. Well, Steve just eats and responds to Bucky's prompts or questions or general conversation between bites. Bucky leans against the bathroom wall or the side of the tub and talks between his trips to the kitchen. He never gets tired of feeding Steve or talking to him.

Somewhere along the way, they also become Bucky and Steve. Getting together. Bucky doesn't really know when or how that happens. He's very glad it does though...

Once, when Steve genuinely wants to stretch his fins and isn't pretending to go back into the wild, Bucky struggles to lift him up. He's truly fat now. He forgets how fat he's gotten. It seems like that stick-thin, angular merman is so far away. Besides, Steve looks much more like himself fat. Its hard to describe but fat Steve looks more like Steve than a half-starved, haunted merman.

Steve gets into the wheelbarrow with Bucky's assistance, he swims for a hour or so (only an hour?? he felt like it was so much longer... has swimming always been that exhausting?!), then returns to the tub and, oh-

He doesn't fit very well in the bathtub anymore.

Fat belly. Fat tail. Fat tits. Fat arms. Fat. Fat. Fat. Steve is fat. Too fat for Bucky's bathtub, evident by the tight feeling of his big body pressed against the cold porcelain. Too fat to swim away from sharks or predators but also too fat too catch fish in the ocean. He's no longer slim, no longer slipping quickly through the water. He lumbers now, especially on land. Clumsy and fat.

😳😳

Both Steve and Bucky pause, staring at each other. Steve wedged in the tub. Bucky bent over him, looking down at the mountain of blubber he makes. His tummy especially.

Fuck.

It's been an entire year since they've known each other now, winter melting into spring, hinting at summer all over again, and Bucky promises that come spring and summer, he'll begin digging out an in-ground pool for Steve to live in. Something he can't outgrow.

"I'll have my own zoo then, huh? A live-in zoo with my pet whale. All to myself to spoil and play with, yeah?"

Steve squirms where he's wedged. His blush works down from his forehead to his soft chest. His nipples are hard. His belly has had time to digest from his swim and he aches to have Bucky stuff him full again. He wants to be rock-hard under his layer of blubber. Bloated and stuffed so full that Bucky can press down with his fingers and feel it.

He wants to be fed so big that Bucky won't be able to pick him up. Outgrown the tub and wheelbarrow...

By the time the pool is dug and water is rushing into it, ground water and salt water and rain, near the end of summer Steve really can't fit himself in the tub. His fat sides squish out over the edge. His tail is about as wide as the tub and sticking his ass down into the tub, then moving, creates suction. So much so that he almost can't shift in the tub without help. His gut and incredibly intensely stretch mark-ed sides are always dry, sticking out of the top lip of the tub. He is huge. A whale. Not a little mermaid, slim and svelte as he was when he first showed up. Now he's covered in bubbler and stretch marks and fat and rolls and he has trouble swimming. He has trouble moving, with or without Bucky's help. When swimming, Steve can't really dive, his blubber makes him too buoyant. But he can float on his back, like an otter. Belly to the sky.

His belly is his biggest part of him. To the point that he looks SWOLLEN. Pumped full. Strained around the constant snacks and meals and desserts.

Everyday when Bucky finishes cooking breakfast, he greets his boyfriend by humming, "good morning, whale," and every time it makes Steve shudder inside, hot for it.

He might already be a whale but he's seen bigger whales. He wants to be bigger.

The move from tub to pool is extremely slow and strenuous. They have to stop twice to get Steve snacks before they're done. Bucky jokes that it's unfair that he's so hungry because it means that he's heavier for the rest of the journey to the pool 😤

Not that Bucky doesn't want him bigger or heavier, of course.

Steve loves his pool (other than the part where he has to swim more often but don't worry, he just starts eating more and he gets some muscles under all of that fat)!! He gets to feel the sunshine and breeze and he keeps getting all the same amount of food too. It's lovely. He's even happier. A little ball of lard. Endlessly round with roll after roll, stacked up around his dome of a gut. He's more fat than anything else, spending his days in the shallow end of the pool with Bucky feeding him until he literally can't eat another bite, moaning and surrendering.

Bucky climbs on top of him like that, Steve so fat that he's held down to the bottom of the pool, even in a few inches of water, heavy, and straddles his tail. Rutting his dick against his blubber-thick tail and burying his face in Steve's obscenely round belly (his arms have to be spread wide to reach the ground around his round gut). Stuffed, PACKED full of his love in food form.

Bucky gasps and moans and works himself into a frenzy on top of him. And all the while Steve simply enjoys, drunk on food and arousal, wet with burning hot desire but... again, he's food-drunk, body slugging through all the fat and grease and flavor, so he can wait while Bucky gets himself off.

Bucky could fuck Steve, his slit gets wet and would hold the shape of him sort of like a vagina but usually he can't wait. Bucky needs it now.

Bucky mouths at his soft fat over his hard, packed tight belly, and humps him. Splashing water all over. About to come and muttering, crazed, about how big his whale is. His prized whale... whining about how blubbery and huge his trophy whale is. Bigger than everyone else and yet he's still going to get bigger. A growing, greedy whale. Bucky keeps going, winding himself and Steve up by promising that he's going to go to the town on the mainland next time and buy everything he can, every type of food, and stuff all of it into him so he can make more blubber. Get bigger. His whale. He loves his big, fat, huge whale. Fat enough and full enough that he can't even swim. He can't move. All he can do is get bigger, fatter, larger. His whale.

Bucky comes, splattering messily over Steve's gut. The part of his whale he's made the largest. Steve moans because as crazed as Bucky is for this, Steve is more. He's the one who's put on so much weight that he's unrecognizable. He is the one still opening his mouth.

So, yeah, extremely fat merperson Steve 🥵

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